[ Light. Koltira rubs his face, deflating, because he doesn't want to see Papyrus unhappy, either. ]

I'm glad. I thank the Light. I--

[ He swallows thickly. Things like this are difficult for him to say, however deeply he feels them. But he remembers Sylvanas's cruel face. Her terrible promise. ]

I care so greatly for you, and to see you as you were, to know it was my own fault--the image is still with me. The sound of your voice.

I know you readily accept any apology. But I don't say enough how much your kindness has meant to me. How much it--still means.

[ It's because of Papyrus, in part, that he was able to even give things with Fate a chance. ]